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Athlete Five His arms were chained above him to a joist running between rafters and a spreader bar kept his legs apart, not very wide but enough to expose his genitals. He still had the ball gag secured, and although he couldn't see it, he could feel the leather collar every time he swallowed. This is how Matt Hollister found himself. Like Joey, Matt thought it was a prank from guys in the team, so he remained calm. He would not give them the satisfaction to see him panicking. The prank was a little extreme to his taste, being naked and all, but he would be a good player. His revenge would be sweet. Matt smiled at the idea and waited. A prank, it wasn’t. Calm, he wouldn’t be. Extreme, it wasn’t. Revenge, he wouldn’t have. *** The older man that brought him to the restroom came back and walked directly to the stall where Joey was crying and feeling sorry for himself. Joey didn’t see the boot coming but he sure felt it connecting to his balls. - Get back to work pussy boy or I’ll find you something worse to do” And the man was gone. Joey slowly got back on his knees, one hand holding his aching balls. What could be worse than licking a toilet bowl? He shuddered at his own thought and forced himself to chase the idea out of his mind. He didn’t want to know. He attacked with his tongue a crusted stain that he identified as cum. Joey was proud of his efforts – if pride for being a toilet cleaner could be a real thing. The 2nd stall’s toilet was cleaned! He turned around to find two skinny guys lazily stroking their semi-hard cock. “Two flaming queers” deducted Joey, "a little make-up and they would be drag queens." The guys, not much older than him, were in good shape and not just skinny. Both were wearing a light pink wife beater and flimsy yellow shorts. “He is a cutie” one said “Yeah! A real treasure. We don’t have much time, so we better hurry” the other said grabbing a crop of Joey’s hair towards his crotch. “Hey, I am not gay” Joey started to argue. “You might reconsider it after we are done with you”. Both guys laughed. The guy pulled down his shorts under his balls unveiling a long cock. “Suck it, straight boy” The guy was maintaining a firm grip of tuft of hair and immediately started face-fucking him in. Joey gagged on the first thrust which made the guy chuckle. Limited in his movement, Joey realized the second guy had moved behind him and was getting ready to fuck him. Joey braced himself for the assault. The first guy pulled out as the second guy pushed in. The cock in his ass went further than any other cock he had so far. Pushing the poz remnants of his previous fuck deeper in his guts. Joey squealed with mixed emotion. The cock was not as large as the previous one and he was easily accommodating to it, and the deepness it reached left him without voice, lost in a pleasant sensation. Both guys started pistoning him like it was the end of the fuckin world. “Hey straight boy, how do you feel having 17 inches of cock in you? You want our sweet toxic cum in your ass or in your stomach” “Mmnffh… un… uppp…” Changing places every 10 minutes. Cocks when from ass to mouth until each guys deposited their poz loads far in his guts. So far, that Joey’s abused hole never leaked a drop. Dimitri had made a strong impression on Adam. The guy had fuck him over and over. Then the guy took his belt on his poor ass, before fucking him again. Both fell asleep in the warmth of the bed. Exhausted. Adam made a wet fart which woke him up. His fingers revealed that his hole was wet with cum – poz cum as Dimitri told him during each fuck. Thinking about him, Adam realized that the guy was still asleep. This was his opportunity to escape and get the fuck out of here. He looked around and saw Dimitri’s shorts and shirt on the floor. “That will do”, murmured Adam Adam crossed the cabin and pushed the door gently, hoping it wouldn't creak, and turned to close it without making noise. There, in the shadow of the porch, the same large men that fucked him twice was sitting calmly, observing Adam with curiosity. “I hope that you are not doing what I think you are doing?” mocked the man. Adam took a brief look at his surroundings, then back to the man. “I am sure that Dimitri would not appreciate to wake up and realize someone stole his clothes.” “I want to go home” Adam asked “In time” the man replied. “So why don’t you undress here? I prefer you naked anyway” Forty-five minutes later, Adam was still nursing the massive cock that deflowered him. Slurping all the hot wet precum. His pickle was hard as a nail. Adam wanted to stroke his little thing. Two or three rapid strokes would bring him over the edge; Adam was sure of it. So did the large man who was rubbing a big toe against Adam’s ass. Adam would be a good addition to the Corporation. A good submissive bottom. Two cabins away, in the shower room, Joey was slowly drinking another man’s piss. Alex was now sitting in the frat rec room. Martin was making out with another frat boy, exchanging a lot of tongue and spit while their hands were molesting each other bodies - balls, cocks, nipples, ass – as they went with the flow. Martin was doing this as an “educational session” for his benefits. - I want you to be the best gay whore who would spread his legs to any men and never refuse anything they offer you. After the making out session, another frat boy started spoon-feeding him some “frat-generated protein shake”. Alex was too exhausted at this point to bother about food. The roulette game resumed shortly after. Martin had put his arm around his waist while guiding him back into the living room - Let me introduce you to the rest of the frat! There in the room, another 15 to 20 new guys were making a lot of noise chatting with each other and cheering with the perspective of fucking a negative straight ass. Corey had slept about 3 hours before he was dragged outside, hosed down, washed squeaky clean in and out, fed and put back on the stage where he started moving his hips with the hope of seducing one of the three patrons present in the room. It was around the end of the afternoon, when the bar’s door and a beard guy walk in with a young man, a leash attached to his nose. Twenty minutes later, Corey was hushed from the platform and the ‘new arrival’ took his place and started dancing. Smiling Chicano was already naked and hard when Corey was brought back to the mechanics quarter. “Come sit on my cock", gestured Smiling Chicano. And in a passable English, Corey heard Smiling Chicano say “Come make little Nando happy”.

Friendly readers (@jagmanaz and @kspozcum) pointed out that I misused the word "Gringo" and they are right. So, "Smiling Gringo" should have been "Smiling Chicano". Sorry for the confusion and many thanks for telling me. I haven't found a way or know, if possible, to edit the post. Yet. 😛 Moderator's Note: This has been fixed.

Athlete four Corey Hawkins was now sitting in the back of a rusty van on a country road. His hands and feet were still tied but his blindfold had been removed a while ago. Beside the driver, two other guys – all likely Mexicans – were seated next to him. The one on his right, around his age, kept smiling at him while the other one and the driver just ignored him. Corey did not speak Spanish, so he did not understand what the three chicanos were saying or the answers to his questions. Corey remembered leaving home at 5h30 earlier this morning (or yesterday?) and got on the bus around 6h. Then the first time he woke up, he was not on the bus anymore. Some sort of van. The second time, because of the noises it made, he figured he was in a truck. He was awake when they transferred him to this van. The sun was still hot but was declining, so maybe 12 to thirteen hours had passed. He was still in his uniform. No one probably knew where he was, except for the HMS Corporation. But he didn’t know that yet. The chicanos suddenly became more agitated and chattier. They were laughing and seemed happy about what was going on. Suddenly, a black point at the horizon could be seen, and the road was going right in its direction. Corey thought about a rest stop or a gas station. The black point became bigger and bigger, and soon Corey was able to discern a four-building lot. There were few black pick-ups, and 15 to 20 motorcycles parked in front of the main 2-story building. A flickering red neon in the right windows announced: “Vacancy”. The smiling Mexican put on a leash to his collar and pulled him inside. It was a bar. Some patrons were sitting on stools. Most of the clientele were sitting in front of a stage drinking cold beer or tequila shots. As they walk toward the back of the place, conversation stalled before starting again in a more ambiguous way. Corey had a bad feeling. They stopped in front of an open door leading to an office. A well-dressed man was sitting behind an old desk. At the snap of his fingers, the man indicated to the Mexican to untie him and to leave them alone and another snap ordering to sit. “Do you dance?” “Hun? Yes but…” “Ok, show me” “What? No… listened…” The man was on him so fast that Corey didn’t know if was even possible. The man was easily twice his size and probably 6’4”. “You listen carefully. This is an entertainment establishment for men. A striptease club. You undressed for the clientele while you dance sensually, slowly like a teasing bitch, and eventually you get naked. If you do a good job, they tip you. Otherwise, they don’t. And if they take a like of you, they will give you more money for some “alone time” with them.” “But…” “Ssshh… Surely, you don’t want to tell me there is a mistake and that I am wrong, do you now? You don’t want me to be mad at you? “No, but…” “There is no but or what. Just ‘Yes sir’ and ‘Thank you sir’, nothing else. After a friendly slap on his cheek, the man regained his seat calmly. “Now dance for me” Corey found himself dancing for the man. He was down to his jockstrap and was doing everything to delay the inevitable. Corey had a nice average cock, in accordance with his body. The man was starring at him. Bored. The man is bored, thought Corey. Closing his eyes, he put his fingers in the band of the jockstrap, decided to get over the supplice. At 3 in the morning, Corey was back in the small office where the man was counting the money. That first night, Corey got 7 dollars in tips while dancing, 2 dollars for serving beers and a meager 2150 dollars in “alone time” tips. “Well, let me tell you boy, I am not impressed. You are far from the expected target. Unbelievable, Corey thought. He sucked dicks after dicks right after they pulled him down the stage, not before they spanked him with a paddle for a long time before. His ass was still on fire. Dried cum was caking his cheeks. At least no one fucked him. He sucked cocks of different sizes, colors and smell. He swallowed vile cum from bikers. “Take him with you in the mechanics quarter until his next shift” Corey was too exhausted to protest when the smiling chicano dragged him through the back door to another building. Corey looked at the mattress on the floor before him and wasn’t sleepy anymore. The mattress had seen better days. A slight push and he stumbled on top of it. Smiling chicano was undressing quickly – shoes, pant and shirt – revealing a well-defined body. Wide eye, sprawled on his back, Corey cringed at the naked man. The guy was all muscles and not the skinny guy he appeared to be. A large cross – a plus sign in reality - was tattooed from his chest to his navel. Corey was more worried about what was hanging between the man’s legs. A thick 9-inches and still growing massive cock was hanging down, swinging like a pendulum. Few loose strokes and the “thing” had reached the incredible 12-inches size. In a flash, smiling chicano was kneeling between his thighs, lifting his legs over his shoulders and nudging the head cock at his hole. “He's not seriously going to fuck me” Corey told himself as he starts backing off. Chicano was not smiling anymore. With a powerful grip, Chicano reached out and slammed into Corey’s groin. The strong hand dug into his naked crotch and clamped shut tightly around the already exposed nuts. Chicano pulled Corey back into position by his balls and lodged the uncut cock at the virgin hole. With an up and down movement, Chicano was buttering his asslips with precum, adding spit once or twice in the process. He continued to stretch and squeeze the poor nuts with in a wise-grip hand, kneading and crushing them between his long fingers. Corey opened his mouth to yell. Chicano was expecting it and inserted two other long fingers inside his mouth. “Suck” asked Chicano as he added pressure on his tormented balls and started churning his fingers. The command registered in Corey’s brain and with survival reflex his tongue and lips followed in motion. Wet with hot saliva, the fingers were shoved in his precum-slicked ass. Unprepared for such action, Corey screamed at the intrusion. Screams that had no other effect than putting back a smile to the Chicano's face and awakened the 2 other men in the mechanic’s barrack. The fingers went back and forth between his ass and his mouth a few times, then to his mouth only, only to find out that Smiling Chicano was now shoving the fingers in his own ass before returning them in Corey’s mouth to be cleaned! Disgusted by the fact he was licking the ass slime from another man, Corey also realized that his own cock was in semi-hard state, and to add to his shame, he heard himself moaning as the fingers were now hitting his prostate softly. “Pussy” Smiling Chicano shoved forward his humongous cock, hard enough to knock down his breathe and breaking the seal of his virginity forever. If the pain inflicted by the cock head was a taste of what the “thing” would do, Corey wanted to die. Both guys remained still, almost. Smiling Chicano just rocked his body a few times, gaining a quarter of an inch in the warm gut, just enough to push the large cock head over his love nut. Enough to send Corey in la-la land. Corey contracted his ass, trying to reproduce the incredible sensation. “Is that how it feels to be fucked?” Yes, the pain was still there, but the cock was creating an overwhelming sensation close but different of an orgasm. Despite the ass ring effort to prevent it, Chicano slide his cock to the hilt without much effort, rearranging Corey’s gut on the way Smiling Chicano had lay down over Corey and was alternating kissing and biting his neck. In this new position, Corey was able to see past his fucker where 2 other naked men were slowly stroking their fat cock. Smiling Chicano fucked Corey for along 45 minutes, cumming twice deep in the virgin ass. The fuck had left Corey exhausted and somehow in an ecstatic mood, mostly after Smiling Chicano had given him the best satisfying blowjob ever, swallowing in what would be his last negative load. Then one of the men turned him on his stomach and thrusted his cock in and rabbit-fucked him until he came inside him and left the room without a word. The last one had a fatter cock and cause Corey to wince which didn’t go unnoticed by Smiling Chicano who offered his cock for a lazy suck. The last guy pulled out and indicated to Smiling Chicano to fuck me again. He was not fully hard again, but with a horse-size cock, it didn’t really matter. Corey’s little ass would feel it again. The third guy went behind Smiling Chicano pushing him down and started hard-fucking Chicano. It was long before Chicano came again in my sore ass and the other guy in Smiling Chicano. I felt asleep between Smiling Chicano's legs while eating the cum out of his ass. Corey don’t know how much time had passed, it was still dark outside, but he got awaken twice by having a cock shove in his ass. They did a train on him that night. In the wee hour, Smiling Chicano fucked him again until his morning wood had gone down and his ass filled with another poz load. Out of nowhere, Smiling Chicano pulled out a butt plug and shoved it in Corey slimy ass. “If it doesn’t take this time, don’t worried my love, I will there for you until you get converted and after”, said a really happy and satiated Chicano. Corey did not understand a fucking word as he wasn’t speaking Spanish. *** Let just say that Adam was not meant to be a first-class cocksucker. Let’s just say, he failed his lesson a second time. So, it is with a few missing teeth that Adam found himself on his back with a viagra-fueled Dimitri fucking him like a madman, adding load after load of poz cum in the loose ass. Alex was a wreck. According to poster boy Martin, he had won the lottery – 14 poz fucks -and assured him that all the frat boys, including him, would made sure to fuck him to nirvana. Fucked, he got. Nirvana, not so sure. In fact, he was pretty sure that some if not all boys took a second turn on him. It was hard for him to say as his eyes were caked with cum and spit for most of the time. Joey had arrived at the camp a few hours before Dimitri lashed it out on Adam’s hole. “You are a mess” an older man said to Joey, taking him by the collar to the camp restroom. “This is your houseboy lesson. You are to clean the toilets spotlessly with your mouth. If you do a good job, then you won’t need to do the floor. Don’t flush them, they don’t work. If you are thirsty, well, you know where to drink. I will be back, don’t waste your time if you want to avoid a punishment.” It was in this predicament: on his knees, collared, hands and legs and cock-caged that Joey reminisced his last day. On his way, he had given blowjobs to the three men that pick him up from his neighbor’s house. His faggot neighbor! The same one that fuck him! Then they had drop him at some place where a larger-than-life man with a horse cock fucked him. The man told him his future, what he would become – a faggot! He cried. He pleaded to the man to no avail. It was with a gaping hole that he was brought here, a scout camp. Kneeling in the dirt where the three men had fun pissing on him. Joey looked at the first stall. The toilet was pretty clean. The water in the bowl was clear but drops of piss were apparent on the rim. May be there was hope after all. How low had he become! Reluctantly, he started by licking the cold rim, then spitting in some piss stain spot, mostly to dilute the taste. He was satisfied with the job and crawled to the second stall. Unfortunately, the second one was filled with dark yellow piss. Where the bowl of the first stall was almost immaculate, this one was stained beyond imagination. How would he be able to clean this? Joey flinched when someone entered the restroom and walked to the first stall and start pissing in the bowl. Still on his knees, Joey was able to see a pair of naked feet and droplets of piss raining on the floor, and surely on the toilet as the man didn’t bother to aim with precision. “Arrgh”, the man exclaimed. Joey remained silent hoping the man would leave quickly. Joey saw the feet moving towards him. “Ah there you are, pisslicker! The boss said you were here. Clean my toes, there is piss on it. Come on it’s fresh from the source!” the man said. The man was wearing a black jockstrap. After cleaning the toes, the man got Joey to clean his cock which turned into sucking, and when hard, the man pushed Joey’s head into the piss-filled bowl and fuck him without mercy” “Good cunt! Pisslicker! Take my poz load like a good faggot!” Joey would have replied that he was not a faggot, if the man hadn’t pushed his face deeper in the piss. Once he came, the stranger wiped his cock on Joey’s hair. Joey was breathing heavily. The man had almost drowned him! In piss! It was absurd! How could this happen? Yesterday, he was a friendly student athlete, girlfriend prospecting, a good boy to his parents… and… and now… he was sucking cock, licking piss and taking toxic cum in the ass!

Athlete three Alexander Cullen was nervous. Not only that his hands were bound to a collar, but he was also intimidated by all the senior frat boys around him. All taller than his 5.3 feet and bigger than his 156 pounds. “It's simple though” the frat boy said. Oh yeah, it was simple. Xander understood too well how the game would work. And honestly, he did not want to play. “Can I go home?” he asked timidly - Sigh – “No you can’t. Not yet. I thought we made it clear this morning when you were drop-off”, another frat boy intervened, Martin, the leader of the group. The perfect sadistic poster boy. He was now shirtless and caressing his abs. Unceremoniously, Martin slid a lubed finger in his hole while covering his mouth with his other hand. “Isn’t it exciting?” Martin said. Oh yes, the mask men who brought him here did explain what was expected from him. So, he ran. Fast. - Not fast enough – He was tackled by the poster boy himself. He was flattened to the ground by 200 pounds of pure muscles before he reached the street. Before getting up, Martin had ground his crotch on his ass, breathing on his neck. “I can’t wait to fuck your cherry away and give you my load” he had whispered. The two masked men were only few seconds away behind. And mad they were! But they didn’t hurt him too much. - you can’t play sport with two broken legs, so think hard, stupid! – His black eye, you asked? The official statement would be: “Alexander Cullen got a black eye when he tripped inadvertently while playing “Catch me if you can”, a friendly game well-known amongst fraternity. So Xander obediently followed the men inside the frathouse, down in the basement where he was tied to the floor by his balls - who knew they can be stretched so much – and by a second rope with a double hook in his nose at one end, running in his back, forcing his mouth to open then going through an eye-hook screwed in the concrete floor before being tied back to his balls. Just enough to allow a slight movement of the head. - My, my, what a nice fat tongue, hope you know how to use it - “You suck and you swallow. Everything. You bite and you become toothless.” one of the masked men told him. Without warning, the man hacked and hurled a huge glob of phlegm square on Xander’s tongue. Xander felt his stomach begin to churn as the slimy stuff slowly slid down in his mouth, leaving a tasting trail of tobacco. “Swallow” Xander shook his head, but a quick look at the man told him otherwise. And he did. - Obedience test drive successful – Then they just took turns spitting in his mouth, or letting it drip from one mouth to his. One of them swapped spit while kissing him deeply, with a lot of tongue. The fun didn’t last long, the boys got bored rapidly, so they set an improvised gloryhole which consisted of a suspended bedsheet with a hole in I in front of him Martin was the first in line. He lowered the front of his sweatpants revealing his hard cock. Martin wasn't small either, a hard uncut 7 inches of meat choked him on the first thrust. - Laughs and high-fives - Then he pulled back. I could see his cock hanging in front of me. Waiting. Xander nervously took Martin’s dick in his mouth, feeling his warmth and tasting his sweat and, like a fish in water, start sucking. Xander couldn't believe this was happening, but the sooner he got them off, the sooner they would let him go. Xander did not felt Martin’s entire body stiffen, and didn’t knew that he was about to received a hot fresh load of cum until he heard Martin grunts. “Eat my fucking poz load, pussy boy. As he came, he held Xander’s head tightly against his crotch. Xander was too preoccupied by gulping the massive load, and trying not to gag too much, to realize the implication of Martin’s words. Martin wanted every drop of his cum in Xander’s stomach, so he just continue pumping his cock on the top of the tongue. “Wrap your lips around my cock and stay still” And just like that, Xander got his first taste of piss. He spluttered some around the cock and jerked his head back, causing the tight rope around his balls to stretch them even more. Martin’s hands grabbed Xander in a wise-grip and let the stream of hot piss flow in the poor athlete. - More whooping and hollering - It was a wonderful morning for the frat boys whom all nutted a creamy poz load in the no-more virgin mouth. And some piss too. A small slap behind the head brought Xander back to the current moment. “So, do you understand the game?” Xander looked at the 2 roulettes, casino-like, on the table. Both were modified, the first one were still all numbers, but the red slots ranged from 210 to 960. - these are seconds - The black ones ranged from 1 to 100. - these are quantities - The second roulette were all words: fuck, piss, suck, jerk, balls, cum, ass, spit, DP, tits, fist, drink, foot, whip, kiss, etc. "What is jackpot?" “Ah! There are two of types of them, the red jackpot is where the guy chooses what he wants to do to you, and the black jackpot, you decide which guy. This is a tricky one, because if you pick a different bro, the first guy might be pissed at you and make it harder for you on the next round, but if you don’t select a bro that clearly told you to pick him, well, I can tell you, by experience, that he will definitely get back to you. The more Xander listened to this nonsense game, the less he wanted to play. "Now if both roulettes stop at, let’s say, 210 and fuck. You get fucked for 210 seconds. If you get 100 and balls. Then you get whatever the guy dishes to do with your balls, like 100 slaps. But don’t get too worried, the odds are in your favor. - And the guys are way more creative than just slapping balls - Instinctively, Xander wanted to cup his balls in a manner to protect them. They were so sore from the earlier stretching, and the multiple “accidental” sneakers kicks he received while he was blowing them, but his hands were still firmly lock to his neck. Martin laughed because he knew exactly what was going on in Xander’s head. He has been at his place before, fuck, they all were. They all got poz at this game. And true to their words, the HMS Corporation took care of them. Yeah, they were still athletes most days, but the rest of the time, nights and weekends, they were sex boys. They were living like millionaires, but at the end, they were all well-trained whores. Martin was now finger-fucking Xander and stroking his cock “Tsk, Tsk, you are not allowed to touch yourself unless we tell you” Xander had a nice cock and round egg-sized balls. He had nothing to be ashamed of, and he liked to show off a little while showering with his teammates. No homo. Just guys banters, you know. But at this really moment, he wished to have them covered and hidden from these crazy guys. There was a brown slot marked “Shithole” and Xander did not dare to ask what it means. He would probably faint. Many slots were showing a golden "+" sign which prompted Xander to ask. "You get a poz load. We are all HIV positive, thus our fraternity. Mostly all of us have a low viral count." "Mostly?" "Well, we can't be sure as some guys don't always follow the good doctor's orders." The guy smiled. This time Xander lost it. He had to run again and escape this madness. Martin had ceased his ministrations and wrapped his arms around Xander from behind, grinding his hardening cock against his ass. “Unless you want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, in this case I will call the men to pick you up; or simply tell us you want to play the game” The corporation methods were more threats than actions. - It works every time – “I’ll do it” Xander said “What?” “Since I have no choice, I’ll play the game” Martin spun him around and looked him in the eyes. “You didn’t ask to be here. You are right. Now, this is all yours.” Martin unhooked his arms and fiddled with the collar buckle to remove it. Next, he bent down removing the walking restrainer at his ankle. Xander’s cock was not totally soft which didn’t go unnoticed to Martin and other frat boys. “Walk away or play” Walk would mean to go back to his abductors. What would happen to him then? He would be in unknown territory. Play, at least, meant that he knew what was coming... It would be disgusting, harsh, and so gay! “I’ll play” “To be clear, you are willingly accepting to play our little frat game? No more bullshit being forced. It is your own decision, right?” “Yes”, a resigned Xander replied. “Not good enough”, Martin said. “Bro, pass me the recorder.” “Now, I will record this to make sure there is no misunderstanding of what is and will happen here. For you and our own protection. I want you to state your name, age and that you understand the game and that you are a willing participant.” 19-year-old Alexander Cullen executed himself promptly. Anyone viewing the video would have no doubt that Xander wasn’t coerced into this. He felt like he had just sold his soul to the devil. - As far as we know, he might as well have done it - A loud unanimous cheering came from all the 14 bros present. Beer was flowing and soon the frat boys were in party mode. Naked and in different states of arousal. To his surprise, Martin was not the first to spin the roulettes. "80!" "Kiss!" Xander was somewhat relieved! It might not be so bad after all. For sure it was homo shit – kissing a guy! For 80 seconds! – but if he closes his eyes, then he can pretend he was kissing some girls. “On your knees, faggot!” ordered the other guy and with a firm hand on his shoulder, pushed Xander down on his knees. “But… but… it says kiss…” “Yeah! Kiss my ass!” the guy shouted, bringing another chorus of cheers amongst the frat boys. Xander was now facing a very hairy and sweaty hole. He leaned in and timidly puckered his lips and kiss is first manhole. - All captured on camera - Xander thought that the 80-second task was taking long. And he thought right! No one was counting the time! He had been kissing an ass for over 2 minutes before pulling back and expressed his outrage. “Did no one told you it was your job to count or time? Unh!... And me, I just thought you fell in love with my ass. It hurts my feelings! The hairy ass guy said out loud amid more laughter. “325 fuck” “480 fuck” “380 lick” “220 suck” Unable to see the roulettes as he spends most of his time either on his knees or bent over a bench, Xander wondered if they were making up the tasks as no small number came out or excluding his ass or mouth in what would have been 2 hours since the game started. - Wish granted - “One” the guy exclaimed and waiting for the second roulette to stop spinning, prolonging the suspense. “Piss!” Xander could have believed the guy had just won a million dollars as he was beyond ecstatic, at the same time he was trying to find a way to get out of this task. He sadly remembered the acrid bitter taste of Martin’s piss, and decided he wasn’t an adept. “I’ll will suck you instead” he offered, “for 10, no 20 minutes!” “Are you crazy?” the guy said “I need to piss badly! I have stomach cramps for at least half an hour. Quick! Get back on your knees and drink my wicked piss!” Xander had no time to think about anything else as the tall guy jabbed his slim average size cock and let a strong stream of hot piss in the warm mouth below him. - Drink or drown - The guy pissed a torrent, and it overflowed, running down his torso, wetting his pubes to form a small puddle under him. No one said anything. Once done, the tall guy leaned down and French kiss Xander passionately, mixing his spit with the remaining piss. It was a passionate kiss. This guy was really into it. And a good kisser too. Then the roulette game was ready to resume. It was a little past midnight. Xander saw Martin coming towards the table, fully erected. Not the biggest amongst the guys, but Martin sure knew how to use it. A mighty cock. “Stand up”, he ordered me. “You did very well, you turned out to be a good player. As a reward, I will let you spin the roulettes for me” Xander was dubious about the reward, but somehow flattered and excited to participate. - Boys and their toys - As the first roulette spinned, Martin came closer to Xander, behind him, and reached his nipples, toying with them erotically while licking the inside of his ear. “Hey! Xander falsely protested. His brain was all confused with all the sexual activities, and his body was unwillingly responsive to the stimulation. “14” was announced “Mmmh… this is the perfect number. Open your mouth” Martin leaned in close, very close, that it looked like Martin would kiss him. With two of his fingers, Martin kept the mouth open and spit in it 3 or 4 times, then kissed him deeply. “Spin the roulette and seal you fate” - As if the devil knew – “Poz” Xander looked at the marble in the roulette, stopped in one of the "+" slot, then up at Martin “For real? 14 fucks?” “I’m afraid so, baby. Me and my bros wouldn’t have it another way. Let’s find a bed. I want you on your back and see your face when I give you my first poz load in that sweet little ass” *** Joey was exhausted and impressed. He survived. He never thought the horse cock would fit in his ass. The businessman took his time to prove him wrong. His ass was sore and blinking on its own. Joey had no control anymore as the ass ring was pulsing like a heartbeat. The cock went deep in his gut, poking his stomach from the interior, depositing a lot of poz cum, so deep it would never see the light, ever. Joey’s life was transformed. The businessman had explained to Joey, between load 2 and 3, what he needed to know about the HMS Corporation and how he was owned by it. That Joey would get trained, differently, and he was expected to comply. Dimitri would make sure of it. An hour later, Joey was bagged and shipped to his new orientation camp where Adam had just completed – and failed – his cocksucking lesson. The man that showed up for a one-on-one meeting was different than his previous trainers. Adam rapidly understood that it would be worse than the last hours of cocksucking he went through. Fingers were shoved on each side of his mouth, widening it to the extreme and holding the position. Adam had tried to grab the man’s wrist to stop it, but the man was stronger than him. A couple of strong knee jerks to his groin made it clear that he was not to resist. He found himself on the floor, deploring his small thrashed balls while the man reattached his hands to the collar. He didn’t notice the fingers were gone until they returned to insert a spider gag. The man turned little screws on each side of the ring, increasing the ‘O’ formed by his mouth to a new level. “If a man ever feel teeth again or even the shadow of a tooth on his cock, I will knock all your teeth. It is not a threat; it is a promise. So, you better put some effort into your lesson and become a first-class cocksucker.” Adam was left on the floor, saliva slowly drooling on his chin.

Athlete Two Confused. That is how Adam ‘Pickle’ McCormick felt when he opens his eyes. It what the slight swinging movement that woke him up. He was on his back, naked, spread-eagled, hands and feet firmly cuffed to posts. He was able to move his head. Each movement made the sling rock a little. He didn’t even know the device he was in was call a sling, but he did know about the small - very small - cock ring that was tightly squeezing his balls and cock. He was small down there, thus his nickname. He learned that early in his life. All his teammates had seen it, and he was grateful that none of them ever teased him about it. Except for the nickname. But for now, due to the cock ring, his small male attribute – his pickle – was standing tall at a 2-1/2 inches over two marble balls. Adam didn’t know how long he was there. Not too long, he said to himself, as his arms weren’t numb yet. It was not totally dark but couldn’t quite distinguish where he was. He could feel that he was in a larger room. Like a gymnasium. It was silent. He tried to call for help, but his voice was muffled by a hard plastic ball gag. He was alone. So, he thought. Adam quickly snapped out of his reverie when a low, deep voice from a man behind him asked. “Are you gay, Adam?” “No… why… who are y… Arrrrgh! Fuck…!” While startled by the man behind him, Adam didn’t see a second man coming between his legs who swiftly brought down a wooden ruler to his exposed balls. “You just answer my question and nothing else, do you understand?” the voice asked. Before he could answer, another whack was given to his small balls. “Yes” “It is yes Sir” the voice commanded at the same time as the ruler punished for third time is now sensitive sack. “Yes sir” Adam replied quickly. “You are not gay, but you like to put a finger in your ass when you masturbate. Isn’t it?” How the man knew that? Adam thought for a few seconds. Surely, he is fishing! The second man gently move the ruler over his balls. Forcing his head up to look at the man in front of him, Adam knew that it was not a man you want to mess with. The man’s head was shaved and shirtless. A lot of tattoos ornated his muscled body. No fat there. The man tilted his head indicating Adam to answer the question. “No… not really. I mean, I might have by curiosity, but no”. Adam’s answer was not convincing, but the man said nothing. Someone – the man? – maneuver the sling so Adam found himself in a sitting position. Like in a gynecological chair. All exposed. Suddenly, in front of him, a large screen illuminated the room allowing Adam to acknowledge his surroundings. He was in a small movie theater, maybe 20-24 seats. “It is movie time, Adam.” The man was standing next to him on his right, dressed in an expensive dark suit. Adam was unable to ignore the man’s cock in his pant. The cock didn’t make a bulge instead it was stretching the trouser, snaking down obscenely. The second man – his torturer – rolled a cart full of DVDs. “Who the fuck uses DVDs these days?” Adam thought. “There are over 2350 hours of movies in there. You pick the movie” the man said calmy. “Pick a number between 1 and 675” Adam frowned. “What I am doing here” he asked. “Let me go” For a sole response, the shirtless man started squeezing on one of his balls with 2 fingers. “500” Adam blurted out as pain courses through his body. “Good choice” To Adam’s surprise there were about a dozen men sitting in the theater. The man brought a hand to his chest and teased his nipple. “Enjoy the movie. I sure will do” the man chuckle. Adam froze. The view was of a bedroom. His bedroom! How was it possible? Then a door open and Adam saw himself coming out of the bathroom, naked from a shower, his small hard cock leading the way. He was dancing, moving his hips. If his cock would have been bigger, it would have swing, but no, nothing was moving except his hips. Some men in the room were cheering and laughing. Adam remembered exactly the scene playing before him. It was last fall when his parents were on vacation and left him alone for a rare time. He had strutted naked in the house almost the entire week! Entertaining himself with a jerk fest in very room of the house. Adam closed his eyes, trying to understand how the recording was possible. Another cheering forced him to open his eyes. The Adam on the screen was on the bed, on his back, knees at his head and was pumping two fingers in his freshly hairless ass. “Oh yeah, fuck me. So good” Adam was humiliated beyond possible as he heard the room exploding in laugher. The video lasted 44 minutes, by then most of the men were naked and stroking their cocks openly. “Still not gay, Pickle?” The man was now stroking Adam’s cock, pulling the foreskin back completely, exposing the wet glans of the small cock. “We have time for another movie. Pick another number” Adam hesitated between 1 and the last one, 675. Assuming they were numbered chronologically, the #1 would tell him when it all started, and the #675 the last time he got filmed. As if the man sensed his hesitation, he told Adam “It doesn’t really matter, you will get a copy. You will be able to watch all of them” “A copy!?” Adam asked incredibly. “Yes, a copy. You already have a paying website of your own on the dark web, ready to be launched unless you obey all is asked from you like a good obedient slave. Your choice really” Unbeknownst to Adam, the site was already active for a while now and edited videos of “Pickle, the jock” was bringing a lot of money. “If you want my advice, #579 is worth to be seen” The man was still playing with his cocklet, and Adam was slowing reaching the point of no return. Adam just nodded. “579 it is! Dimitri let’s play “Pickle and his cousin”! Adam relived last New Year’s Eve when his older cousin, Mario, force him to give not 3 or 4, but 6 full blowjobs over the night until sunrise. All with a full load of cum that Adam swallowed after showing it to his cousin, mouth wide opened and after swishing it around his mouth – to make sure he remembered how his cousin tasted until next time. A 7-hour movie. No one really watched it as most of the men face-fucked him before getting sloppy turns at his gaping ass. The first one to bust his cherry ass was his torturer, the guy’s name was Dimitri. He was not very big, but he fucked non-relentless, like a machine, tearing his inside and flooding him with the first cum of the day. He would remember his first fuck for the rest of his life. And three more things of his deflowering. The first is how everyone laughed at him when he asked Dimitri to wear a condom “You are the condom, Pickle!” and Dimitri thrusted his hard cock in the tight ass. The second thing is Adam spewed his cum while being fucked “Yeah, give us your last negative load” he heard the men said. The final thing was how he got mesmerized by the scorpion tattoo on Dimitry’s flank. The scorpion was moving on its own as Dimitry was doing a belly-dancing fuck. “Oh here it comes… fuck… take my poz babies' sweetheart… Unngh… Unngh… argh… oh fuck… unngh… fuck… fuuuuuck…” It was over. Dimitri fucked his cock few more time in the warm ass, pushing the cum as deep as he could until his cock became too sensitive. Dimitri presented his semi-hard cock to Adam. “Clean it” Adam smelled the dirty cock before he tasted the slimy mixture of ass, blood and cum. After that, it was cock after cock. He was just a cum dump for men with real cock. When all the men had left, a still naked Dimitri came back and untied him from the sling. Although he did physically nothing during the gangbang, Adam was exhausted. Dimitri had no problem moving him to a bare room with only a large bed. The first man with the deep voice was there. Adam watched him removing his clothes. If the trouser did nothing to hide the large cock, the fancy boxer was even more revealing. “Oh fucking shit, the man was huge! His cock was thick. Thicker than any other men that fucked him today. And longer, like you would see in some porn movie. Adam found the strength to crawl back as far as possible on the bed leaving behind him a trail of cum which made Dimitri laughed sadistically. The man was going to fuck Adam like no one ever did. Dimitri was now holding him in his arms, stretching his nipples as a distraction. The man pushed his massive cock into the cum-lubricated ass. Adam felt being a virgin again. After this fuck, he will never be the same again. “You are mine, Pickle, you are mine” as the man kissed Adam’s neck. *** While Adam was deflowered a second time, Joey was on his knees learning to worship balls. He was blindfolded, but he knew he was lapping and sucking balls from various men. They were patient, guiding him slowly on how to please the man above him. Each pair of balls was different: shape, size, hairy to hairless, smell. Joey resigned himself to do what they asked, then it will be over. He would go back to his life and forget about this. He was on auto-pilot and licking balls like it was natural, paying enough attention to follow the directives but, unfortunately for him, not enough for him to avoid his impending punishment. “Now, identify the owner of the balls” “What?…” a disturbed Joey asked. He remembered each guy introducing themselves, but he never tried to associate and memorize the guy to his balls. Joey failed miserably. His punishment was a success. His balls had doubled in size and already turned from angry red to dark purple. Despite the reassurance they gave him, Joey was sure that he would never be able to have children in the future. “Well, to start, you were never meant to have children.” His punisher told him. “Five minutes rest, then we start the cocksucking lessons”, a different voice said.

Athlete One Joey Fernandez was sweating. A lot. His armpits were all wet. The fact that he had a thick hood over his head didn’t help. Nor the ball gag in his mouth. His hands were tightly bound to a thick leather collar which was too tight and slowed its respiration. His ankles were tied too. He couldn't move any of his limbs as he sat there panicking and sweating. His first thought was a prank. His teammates put up a prank on him. He didn’t remember anything. One second, he was sleepily sitting on the bus, the next he was gagged and bound. Joey could hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching, each one sending a wave of dread through his body. Then nothing. Silence. He jolted back when two hands grabbed and twisted his nipples through his thin uniform, pulling him up and forcing him to walk. More likely a drag than a walk. The pain inflicted on his nipples was excruciating. Tears were rolling on his cheeks down to the collar. He strained against his bindings, desperately trying to free himself, but every movement seemed to tighten the grip on his nipples. Another hand cupped his crotch, strongly squeezing his balls which caused him to jerk backward, causing more pain to his nipples as the hands, expecting such reaction, pulled forward without mercy. Slightly bent, someone was groping him and someone else was twisting his nipples. The idea of a prank vanished completely when he felt his pants pulled down from behind, exposing his narrow ass to two thick lubed fingers who found the virgin hole easily. Joey felt his first-ever non-self-inflicted orgasm from anal stimulation. The ordeal lasted barely a minute, enough time for his body to cream the jockstrap. The sensation was overwhelming. He was panting. Gone were the hands on his balls and nipples. He realized that nobody was holding him and that he was rocking himself on the fingers lodged in his ass. Only surreptitiously. *** Joey was dropped into the dimly lit bedroom on the second floor. The hood was suddenly removed followed by the gag. Mr. Marksman, his neighbor, was standing in front of him which was weird enough. But that wasn’t the weirdest. Mr. Marksman was naked, except for a leather pouch covering his bits. Marksman was a faggot. Joey knew this. Fuck, everyone knew it. The way he leered at Joey when he was mowing the backyard made him angry and flip a finger toward the man each time. Marksman would laugh and rub his crotch obscenely. Scissors in hand, Marksman wasted no time to rip the uniform. Joey immediately knew something bad would happen to him. Following the scissors came the clipper, then the razor. Forty-five minutes later, Joey was hairless. Hair and pubes were part of the past. “I like my bitch smooth” Like a frightened snail, Joey’s balls had retreated as far as possible, and his shriveled cock looked like a small walnut. For which Marksman teased him merciless. Teasing was not the only thing planned for his balls. For over almost two hours, Marksman taught Joey the ABC of the CBT scene. With a lot of tell and show. Marksman was a good teller and Joey’s cock and balls a living proof of the show. So much fun according to Marksman. The next hours were focused on his poor ass. Marksman physically explained the difference between the "S" from the "M" and, just like that, Joey was introduced to the roleplay of ‘S&M’. As much as he wanted to hate all of it, his treacherous cock was telling a different story. Marksman pointed out Joey’s very hard erection. “Stiff as a martini with no vermouth” a wiseman said once. Joey fell into oblivion when the expert cocksucker lowered his head and swallow the entire cock in his hot mouth. Three non-stop spectacular blowjobs left his balls drained and dried like two small raisins. *** “Do you want me to fuck you? “I’m not gay”, Joey mumbled, trying to avoid the cock entering is mouth. “I am, and you didn’t say no” a mocking Marksman replied “Now that you know what I want, what would you do for me to avoid being fucked?” By noon time, Joey had divulged all his intimate habits, dirty secrets, fantasies, even his social and online bank account credentials. All of them. All of it. Alas, Joey ran out of options and the ball gag went back in place. “I guess it’s time to fuck you” And fucked Joey would be. He just didn’t know it yet. Marksman took his time. The anticipation was as exciting as the act. He needed Joey to understand and agree to this, or at last making him believe that he willingly agreed to this. First, let him associate pain with pleasure. A fat finger slipped in Joey’s ass, eliciting tears and grunts. The finger made it home. The second finger rang the doorbell. A mind exploding sensation for Joey. At the end of the day, while Joey was left alone to reminisce about his journey, he had to admit it was amazing that the expert fingers had found his prostate, but it would have been even more amazing if they didn’t. Marksman might have been a faggot, but no girls ever gave him this level of horniness. His mind had shifted instantly and relished the gently pressure inside of his ass. The third finger was strenuous. Joey was bucking his ass against the intrusion as much as he was trying to stimulate his prostate again. Despite the directive to not look at the hidden camera, Marksman did. A large grin was on the man’s face. Whoever were his blackmailers, he never has been happier in his life than now. Except maybe for the moment when he would nut for the first time in Joey’s virgin ass. The man was naked now, the leather pouch unable to contain the fairly large man’s hard cock. No more bits and nuts. A full-grown man cock, hard and throbbing, assorted with a swinging pair of balls hovering over Joey’s face, leaking toxic precum on Joey’s sexy-stretched lips by the gag. The merciless fingers were suddenly removed. Dreading a fourth finger, Joey opened his eyes to see Marksman between his legs, pushing a thicker-than-three-fingers cock in his sore ass to the hilt. One second, the fully embedded cock was resting, the next second it was drilling him a new hole. On each pass, the cock shaft was frotting with his overstimulated love button, eliciting moans from Joey, moans that were clearly captured in the video. “You like my cock, you little slut? Do you want me to cum in you?" Joey mumbled something that sounded like a “go” or a “no”. “I have a full poz load just for you” Marksman said nonchalantly. Frowning, Joey made it clear he didn’t understand what his neighbor was referring to. Marksman leaned down and was now tongue fucking his ear and gently biting his earlobe. Then the man started whispering the fact of life to Joey. “Now that you know what you will get, what would you do for me to avoid being bred with my toxic babies?” With regrets and a huge effort, Marksman pulled his cock out and removed the gag. “Please man… don’t…” an out of breath Joey started saying before being gagged again. “Don’t what, pussy boy? Don’t stop fucking you? Don’t waste my toxic cum?” an amused Marksman asked. With two fingers sliding back in his hole, right to his prostate, Joey lost all his protesting thoughts. At this moment, Joey would have sold his mother for the urgent need to cum, and more importantly, not be infected by the faggot’s cum. Instead, he signed a document that Marksman showed him. His mother was safe, but not his body and soul which were now tied to a 25-year contract with an obscure corporation named HMS (His Master Slut) which would act as his sport agent (taking 80% of his revenue), marketing and advertising advisor (entertaining gigs for rich perverts) and personal life counselor (submitting to his new owner). Marksman never stops his ministrations on Joey’s hole. It was a derelict Joey that begged him once the gag was removed again. “Oh man! Don’t stop… I… I… I need to cum badly! Please harder!” “Look at that!” Marksman chuckled. “You like having your ass played? Who is the faggot now?” Joey was now looking at this despicable man he often named-call a faggot or worse, his neighbor, a man older than his own dad, a man with a cock bigger than his own, a man that took his cherry; well, he was begging this man to make him cum. “I’m sorry… I did mean to… I... Please... let me cum… I… I…” Joey was hesitant, but his brain had surrendered a long time ago to the fingers in his ass, “I’ll make it up to you… I’ll mow your lawn all summer for free!” “For free? Mmmh… Barefoot and shirtless?” “Yes!” a frantic Joey replied while fucking himself on the fingers “In cutoff short and no underwear?” “Yes” came the desperate reply “Mmmh… I don’t know. It seems an easy punishment for such a bad behavior” “Come on, man, I’m sorry… I…” “Ok deal, but you need to let me fuck you again and I will make you cum” Marksman never waited for an answer as he resumed fucking the athlete under him. His cum was magnificent and Joey got his first poz load. The following morning, three masked men picked up Joey, the video and the contract to a different orientation camp.

You have to love the Canucks. They are hot

I read the site policies carefully. I think I am good and can thread this story without any infringements. If the moderators disagree, then the story ends here. Otherwise, we might have fun. So, before I go on with any chapter(s), here is the introduction. Your modest author does not condone criminal activities like abduction, non-consensual relation, coercion, blackmail, physical abuse and stealthing, nor he approves right violation, systemic racism, therapy conversion, discrimination and any other "trumpinesque" idiotic actions we see these days against our community. But you should know, he will talk or refer about it in this story. The author admits having a twisted mind and, as in his other stories, everything is fictional with a small part inspired by real life events. Synopsis: A group of college students gets abducted during a spring sport field trip, a few weeks before the school year ends. They will all return home, eventually. And graduate, although it might not be how they envisioned it. Introduction “What do you mean we lost the entire team?” exclaimed Willem Bausch, Will for his friends, director of the Calder Sport’s Orientation Camp. “Well, probably not lost, but we just don’t know where they are” said his interlocutor at the other end of the line. “The bus should have been here, like, 2 hours ago”. “And you telling me this just now!”, an incredulous Will replied. “Well, the bus GPS shows that they are at a rest stop. Neither Coach nor the driver answered their phone. We called the rest stop, and the lady said that there is no bus there, and didn’t see one all morning. We sent Mr. Wilkins. He should have seen the bus on his way, but nada. Should we call the police?” *** “How many were they?” Chief Stripling asked. “What?... You lost 17 college baseball athletes, their coach and the driver…! In a bus trip…! You are kidding me, right…? No… ugh… I’ll send Jerry and Sandro right away. I’ll be there as well shortly” Chief Stripling looks at his phone. It was ten to two and it was Cinco de Mayo. No victory here today. He let out a long sigh. *** Coach Ignacio Perez and the driver Gus Taylor were found few hours later in the city public restroom - two blocks from the Calder camp, a 4-minute walk - tied, gagged and the door locked from the inside. The only thing they remembered was making the mandatory stop at the corner of 1st avenue and 32nd Street, and then nothing. Literally nothing. The team remains to be found. And thus, our story begins.

Part 21 (Finale) It was moving day. Master Eddy provided a truck with two burly guys. “Leave the mattress. I got you a new one” had said Magoo before disappearing. It took a little more than an hour for the guys to load everything in the truck. While waiting for Magoo, one of the guys pulled a nice average cock. He asked me to suck him with the promise of a big reward. “Damn faggot, I bet your mouth of yours will feel good on my cock.” It was tempting but I declined. I was not in the mood, starting to feel the heat of another hot summer day in Montreal. Magoo reappeared with a large duffel bag, and a nice leather suitcase. I looked at him with curiosity. What? I need to move too." he said. I was so preoccupied with myself in the last few weeks that I completely forgot to ask Magoo if he found a place to stay. “You found an apartment?” I asked “Well, yes I did” he said “Oh great! Where?” I asked naively. “With you, dumb ass! He replied I was flabbergasted. Never in the last few weeks, since we visited the place (and pissed in my ass), has he ever mentioned moving with me. “Where will you sleep? There is only one bed! “With you, dumb slut! He said, laughing. Epilogue Magoo had bought a double mattress and got it delivered to the new place. My desk was fitting well against one of the walls, giving enough space to go by. All in all, it was small, but we made it work. The weather remained hot and humid throughout the night. The open window didn’t provide any relief. I was laying naked on top of the bedsheets with a naked Magoo next to me. I was sweating but for some reason the old man’s body against mine was refreshing. “Too hot for sex” I told him Magoo wrapped an arm over me, his hand at my crotch, caressing the base of my cock. “I got you” he simply whispered, kissing my neck just behind my ear. “You look like shit”, the bartender, told me when I show up at work the following day. I just shrugged and started emptying the trash. It was just before noon when the bartender found me cleaning the restroom. Another man was with him. “This is Azar. Go with him in the office and do everything he tells you.” Azar was a doctor. He confirmed what I suspected, and what Magoo already knew. I listened to him and did everything he told me too. “Now that the risk is out of the equation, you need to learn how to live again” Azar told me. The week went by in a slow-motion. Magoo took care of me with a welcomed gentleness. “Let’s threat ourselves tonight. You surely deserve it” Magoo said. Getting out of the apartment was a good idea. I felt better already. We ended up at the sauna which put me down a little. “If you wanted to fuck me, we could have done it at the apartment and save the money” I told Magoo. It was late and a noisy-busy crowd celebrating Pride week was actively – well, just that – celebrating. A sling was installed in the common place where the crowd had gathered. The sling was currently occupied by a man about the same age of my father. “No load refused” it was said. We did the tour to see what else was going on. I took advantage of the spa, relaxing with insipid porn videos playing on the screen. Magoo found someone of interest and was dragging him in the darkroom. Two guys walked by. The first one was lean, brutal. He stopped a few seconds and looked, gauging me. I recognized the second man, Ben, a guy from college. Rumors were that he was abducted in a bar the year before. They went to the wet sauna. Few minutes later, another guy came. “Do you mind?” asking me if he could get in the spa. “Sure” I smiled to him. He was about my age and nice-looking. “I’m not gay” he blurted out as he stepped in, covering his junk with one hand. “Wrong place to be” I replied. “Not my choice really” he said looking around like he was hiding from someone. “I am part of a filming crew. I came here with some other guys. They locked my clothes to make sure I stayed” "Filming?” as I looked around. I didn’t want to be recorded. “No, not here, he said rapidly. We shoot some porn earlier today” “You do porn?” He laughed. “No, not me. I’m only the assistant. I’m Alex.” He told me his story and this Caio guy, one of the porn actors, trying to fuck his cherry away. And also, the story about the man in the sling. We left the spa and went to the room Magoo rented. He was already there with his conquest. “Just chatting”, he had said. As I explained the situation, Magoo was ogling the assistant, making him uncomfortable. “You need clothes?” Magoo repeated pensively. He left the room pushing out the other guy. He came back almost immediately with a yellow shirt and a skinny pair of jogger’s shorts. “These are Matthew’s. He won’t need them, and they should fit”. Fit was inappropriate. Obscene would have been the right word. “We are going back to the apartment until he can figure out what to do” I told Magoo. That night, I slept with a straight guy. Magoo came back in the afternoon. He told me that Alex can stay, and he would go live with AJ. “Why?” “You and me, it would have never work. You know it. Besides, Alex needs a place to live, and you can provide him with a safe place.” That’s how Alex and I ended up together. It was July 2021. Doctor Azar has been good to me; he keeps me healthy with a strict regimen (food and medication). We became friends. He is now married to a lovely wife, and they have a beautiful girl. I keep in touch with Master Eddy who found another pet to play with. He is a good listener. Jesus bought a farm and produce cabbages. He texts me every year for my birthday. AJ lives alone and struggles with Bob's legacy. He is a well-renowned designer and travels a lot. Stanley, aka the wicked Magoo, is now in a specialized retirement home, going on his 84 years old this fall. His health has declined significantly. He is still a phenomenon, and my best friend. I graduated last year and now work for a law firm. The firm partners agreed to give some time to look into Ben Schultz case. Another case was brought to my attention, likely another abduction, the one of Elio Riley. Alex and I are still together. Alex went back to school full-time nursing. His dad died last year. Our sexual life? Well, that will be another story. The end. ps. I threw away the box.

Part 20 That night, Magoo got sloppy second, feeding me all the cum running out of my hole. In the shower, he decided to piss in my throat again. Sunday morning, Magoo helped me pack a few things until he came across Bob’s box that AJ gave me. I had completely forgotten it. It was still unopened. Magoo was all excited. “You open it now or do you wait at the new place?” “Let’s see what it’s in it and then decide if it worth moving it.” I didn’t have many belongings, but one box less to move was appealing. Magoo was already at work. “Holy Grail!”, Magoo exclaimed “Fuck it’s stink!” I said Something must have died in that box… “knowing Bob, don't get too excited before you open the box. And make sure to be home when you open it", AJ had warned me when he gave it to me. “You have to love Bob! You inherited his dildo collection, lucky bastard!” Magoo said. A peek in the box convinced me that the lucky bastard would get rid of it. The toys have been thrown in unwashed, thus the smell. “No, no, no, don’t even think about it” I informed Magoo. “Come on, it will be fun! he said and was already undressing. No more boxes were packed that day. And, no, we didn’t make it to the bed. Magoo lubed me up with a first fresh load of poz cum before shoving in me a thin and long dildo, pushing it in inch by inch, frotting the cum in my guts until it got all absorbed. The toy was more rigid than a hard cock and was unforgivably realigning my ass interior. Neither of us knew the last use of it, but it was still sticky. Pubic or ass hairs of different colors (AJ’s ones?) and other unidentified particles were glued-like to the object. “You’re going to wash it up?” My question was left unanswered. Magoo raised the dildo and spit toward it, lending on my balls and completely missing its target (or not?). If there is something that I learned is that Magoo doesn’t like to be told what to do. He had a satisfied look when he pulled out the toy after a good half-hour. “See? All clean. Washed by your ass and my cum” Well, this is where you learn that cleanliness is subject to interpretation. The dildo was now shining from a wet whitish-translucent film. Gone were the hairs and everything else. Magoo straddled me, knees on each side of my shoulder, nudging my head. “Open up” His shaved balls, playfully bounced on my chin and all I could see was this long cock and Magoo smiling down on me. Magoo was jerking his cock. He was hard again, eager to release another load. He grabbed his balls and shifted up slightly until I felt his nuts on my lips. “Lick them gently. Feel my poz babies’ factory.” He reached down and pulled my mouth open and dropped his nuts inside my mouth. I knew what he wanted. He was actively stroking his cock. Finally, at his great pleasure, I started licking each nut. I bathed them with saliva, rolling them on my tongue carefully. It was a peaceful moment as he let me worship his nuts at my pace. Droplets of precum felt on my face. Lot of precum, but at this moment I didn’t care. I sensed Magoo sliding back and before he did, I grabbed is ass with both hands, four fingers of each hand in the cleft of his ass, with my forefingers probing at his hole. I continued nursing the precious balls for a few more minutes until his nuts popped out of my mouth. Magoo leaned over me, aiming the flaring piss slit at my mouth. The cock head was glistening with precum. I smelled the cock seconds before I felt the warmth and the wetness of his cock head prying my lips open. He pumped his cock in push up motion, feeding me his cock a little more each time. Magoo switched position. He inserted a finger from each hand in my mouth, stretching it wide and started pushing his cock further down. He wanted it in my throat. I didn’t know where he got the idea that I can deep throat him. I pushed him back enough to talk. “I can’t do that” I said “Sure, you can” “I don’t want…” “... No more talking....” He slapped the side of my head and started face fucking me, pounding the back of my throat which make me gag on each thrust. I tried to take control by sucking harder. Magoo grabbed my head and starts making small rapid jabs, his cock at the entrance of my throat. He was relentless. This time I puked and was forced to swallow everything back as his cock head prevented any exit for the acrid vomit. I was holding the back of his thighs in an effort to restrain his assault. Magoo never stopped pumping his cock in my mouth. A hand at the back of my head, the other one pinched my nose, he pulled my face toward his crotch with each of his thrusts. My cock was hard and pulsed at the same rhythm of the fuck. I was gagging each time his cock hit my bruised uvula. My throat was so sore. “Relax your throat. Open up, nutlicker” I wish I could say that I watched the last inch of his cock pushed in my mouth, but there were still a good four ones to go. I needed to breathe, but Magoo tightened his grip in my hair. He was close, his entire body tensed. With one last thrust that seems to go further in my throat, my mouth got flooded with a full-flavored load of hot thick cum – fuck, he just came an hour ago – dangerously close overflowing my mouth. “You are getting there, cocksucker, but by far, you are not the best, yet” In one exaggerated gulp, I swallowed everything. He let go of my head and nose. I took one large breath, swallowed another jet of cum and kept sucking the hot cock, getting any remnants of his load. The cum was like a balm to my sore throat. The respite didn’t last. Although Magoo did all the work, I was really exhausted from the face fuck. Magoo picked another of the filthy dildo and pushed it in my now slack mouth and resumed pushing the boundaries of my ability to deep throat. He kept at it for a while. Then Magoo pivoted in a 69 fashion. The devilish old man was hard again! I was hard as well! I was about to receive one of his amazing blowjobs. Not sure how long I will be able to hold before I shoot my load, but I was ready to bust a nut. I took his cock in my mouth, and I sucked on the head, slowly stroking the base of his cock and caressing his balls. My eyes were at the same level of a small scorpion tattoo reminding me of his poz status. I closed my eyes and focus on my goal to suck every drop of this new load. I realized that Magoo was not going to suck my cock as I felt him pushing a thicker dildo in my ass, stretching me again. The toy was short and ribbed and made me feel good, hitting my love nut inside me, but not hard enough to make me cum. He was edging me. I kept trying to grab my cock, but Magoo was refusing me an overdue release. “Keep your hand off your cock” I kept nursing on the cock. It took a long time to stir another load from Magoo, but he never went soft. Wasting no time, Magoo pulled the short, ribbed dildo of my raw ass and did an ass-to-mouth maneuver with it. “Keep your legs raised” In one swift movement, he buried his cock and giving me no time to adjust, started pummeling my already abused hole in a missionary position. My mouth and my ass stuffed, I submitted to Magoo prowess to coordinate this spit roasting. Magoo’s stamina was incredible. It was when he was long dicking me that I came. Fireworks! “Savor this pitiful negative load while you can, because after today it may be your last” he said, feeding me my cum with two of his fingers. Time seems to stand still. I dozed off. Magoo kept busy. Another dildo, longer with the largest girth I ever took (nothing monstruous, but fairly thick), seesawing it in my ass slowly. My hole was not quite closing as fast as it used to. In fact, it didn’t close completely that day. I woke up with a yelp as the old man was going for four fingers up my ass – with the ultimate goal to fist me, I suspected - which made him stop. “Good! You are awake. I’m starving. Let’s get you some solid food”. I explored my wet hole carefully, sliding two fingers easily. They were soon covered with a slimy and undefined color mixture. Another five or six dildos were on the floor beside me, showing evident signs of recent use. I had any doubts that my ass has been the end receiver.